entry 035 - spn
Title: When Sam was Young
Author: jamie_love13
Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester POV, mentions of unrequited wincest
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst? Not quite sure.
Spoilers: Slightly the first episode.
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: Sam remembers the realization he came to on a hunt.
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own.
Warnings: Implied Wincest, you'd have to squint to see it. Possible cuss words, can't quite remember.
Notes: Written for quill_it , prompt table 100.4
When he was younger, Sam always followed his brother. When he said jump, he asked how high. When he said run, he asked how far - unless, you know, it was during a hunt, because then he would just run. The only time he didn’t follow his brother was when it had something to do with their father, because really, Dean followed their father the way Sam followed Dean and, well, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Who wouldn’t, you know?
Anyways, Sam always thought that he just loved Dean. When he was just eleven years old, he finally realized that yes, he loved his brother, why wouldn’t he, but what he was feeling for Dean just wasn’t love. It was something completely different. It had happened the night that their father was seriously ill from a bad case of the flu, for once, and couldn’t actually do anything, to his chagrin. He had sent Sam and Dean out on the hunt, albeit, a little hesitant when it came to Sam but after everything was assured would be fine, John had let them go while he rested up on the couch of their then, new ratty-hotel-room home. Sam had hopped into shotgun of the Impala, a grin as wide as the moon on his face, just for being able to hunt with Dean and Dean alone. He didn’t mind when he hunted with his Dad, it was just, he would always mess up more because his Dad would want perfection and he’d be nervous and hence, the messing up. However, when he hunted with his brother, everything always ended up perfectly fine.
On this particular day though, the pair of them were driving to hunt down a simple ghost, a simple salt and burn that even Sam was a little disappointed about, but he wasn’t going to complain. An hour and a half into the ride of going into a different town, Sam had decided to look at his brother’s profile, and he came to quite the realization. Yes, he loved Dean, probably more than he should, but he loved certain descriptions of Dean, like how he was always fiercely protective of him, even when he didn’t need the protection. Or how when Dean thought no one was looking and paying any attention, he would always quiz himself on the hunt they were doing. What he really loved most was the fact that Dean was there for everyone, that he could always help out people in his own special way and carry out his own special ‘puppy dog eyes’ if he really wanted to.
And now, as he was driving away from his other life forever at the age of twenty, he could see that he loved Dean, always would, but that he admired Dean too, just for those reasons. Dean was his own special big brother in Sam’s eyes, and he always would be. Not only that, but Dean was admired for the fact that he put up with Sam constantly while growing up, put up with his father, put up with their fighting and most importantly, put up with Sam’s constant need to be near his brother.
Cross posted to quill_it and dean_sam
ETA: Edited, because the LJ editor is sucking big time right now, for me.
Author: jamie_love13
Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester POV, mentions of unrequited wincest
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst? Not quite sure.
Spoilers: Slightly the first episode.
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: Sam remembers the realization he came to on a hunt.
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own.
Warnings: Implied Wincest, you'd have to squint to see it. Possible cuss words, can't quite remember.
Notes: Written for quill_it , prompt table 100.4
When he was younger, Sam always followed his brother. When he said jump, he asked how high. When he said run, he asked how far - unless, you know, it was during a hunt, because then he would just run. The only time he didn’t follow his brother was when it had something to do with their father, because really, Dean followed their father the way Sam followed Dean and, well, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Who wouldn’t, you know?
Anyways, Sam always thought that he just loved Dean. When he was just eleven years old, he finally realized that yes, he loved his brother, why wouldn’t he, but what he was feeling for Dean just wasn’t love. It was something completely different. It had happened the night that their father was seriously ill from a bad case of the flu, for once, and couldn’t actually do anything, to his chagrin. He had sent Sam and Dean out on the hunt, albeit, a little hesitant when it came to Sam but after everything was assured would be fine, John had let them go while he rested up on the couch of their then, new ratty-hotel-room home. Sam had hopped into shotgun of the Impala, a grin as wide as the moon on his face, just for being able to hunt with Dean and Dean alone. He didn’t mind when he hunted with his Dad, it was just, he would always mess up more because his Dad would want perfection and he’d be nervous and hence, the messing up. However, when he hunted with his brother, everything always ended up perfectly fine.
On this particular day though, the pair of them were driving to hunt down a simple ghost, a simple salt and burn that even Sam was a little disappointed about, but he wasn’t going to complain. An hour and a half into the ride of going into a different town, Sam had decided to look at his brother’s profile, and he came to quite the realization. Yes, he loved Dean, probably more than he should, but he loved certain descriptions of Dean, like how he was always fiercely protective of him, even when he didn’t need the protection. Or how when Dean thought no one was looking and paying any attention, he would always quiz himself on the hunt they were doing. What he really loved most was the fact that Dean was there for everyone, that he could always help out people in his own special way and carry out his own special ‘puppy dog eyes’ if he really wanted to.
And now, as he was driving away from his other life forever at the age of twenty, he could see that he loved Dean, always would, but that he admired Dean too, just for those reasons. Dean was his own special big brother in Sam’s eyes, and he always would be. Not only that, but Dean was admired for the fact that he put up with Sam constantly while growing up, put up with his father, put up with their fighting and most importantly, put up with Sam’s constant need to be near his brother.
Cross posted to quill_it and dean_sam
ETA: Edited, because the LJ editor is sucking big time right now, for me.